This chapter is pretty slow, but I promise it will pick up soon.

Deuce's P.O.V

It was when I had dragged myself to the corner mailbox that I noticed it. It had been drizzling lightly after last night's uncontrollable downpour; I had been able to contain my emotions once again in a glass jar, so that no one could notice that I had grieved a considerable amount, the night before. When I awoke this morning, I felt a considerable amount lighter but it wasn't much, seeing how it seemed that I carried the world on my shoulders, and only Greenland's mass was removed. But still I managed just a little better this morning, my eyes finding focus on things that were discreet to my vision before. Like the new painting my mother bought hanging in the kitchen, its form I believe is called expressionism, yea I learned that in class since I'm taking art history, it looked an eerie and hollow world in that painting but yet the people were vivid with color and many smiled but even they were a bit distorted. In some ways, it was drastically beautiful which is a surprise to me usually I look at art but don't get it. But every since my private tutoring classes at school, I've become more adept it turns out I'm more intelligent than I thought I was. Or as my tutor says, "You have always been capable; you just weren't given the right support and tools." Sure my vocabulary and understanding has skyrocketed but my mind is still very much slow at gathering information and coming to conclusions. I like to label myself the clever fool, but to be honest I don't really let other people on to my newfound intelligence since they'll expect much more out of me, so I rather just be plain old Deuce. Anyways back to my story I was eating breakfast when my dad told me to do him a favor and drop off some mail. So when I finished my plate of eggs that exactly what I went to do. When I had pulled the mailbox open to deposit the envelopes, I noticed that that one of the envelopes was addressed from me. And I did not recall writing any letter, so my curiosity got the best of me; I flipped the envelope and ripped it open. Inside was a letter with scratchy handwriting, meaning that this had to have been written by my father. The letter was quite brief but it still proved hard to read, but the real struggle came afterwards.

Dear ENEWS,

Sorry, but I do not feel comfortable speaking of the incident. So I will not do an interview.

Martin Martinez

something rumbled inside of me, an interview! I read the letter over and over again until I couldn't look at any longer. My eyes lingered onto a park bench across the street and there staring back at me was the infamous couple that seemed to be haunting me. There they were the brunette pushing the blonde against a brick wall in an alley. When I turned around there they were again in, she was crouching over him in a bed. I ran started to walk home but as I passed the News Rack. I was bombarded by them, each magazine or newspaper had their faces on the cover. There they were in glasses, on the red carpet, dancing, bungee jumping, they were everywhere doing everything. I ran home, as my heart started thud and panic increased inside of me. The panic was building up and I didn't know if I was going to make it home, but I knew the bad place was coming. I ran for my life to reach my door, when I did I yanked it open and quickly locked it behind me. "MOM!" my voice quaked as my knees gave way and I fell onto our rug. The mail flying out of my hand and slowly hitting the ground as I started to convulse, my subconscious starting to take over. All of a sudden it was cold, and the last thing I remember seeing is my Mom coming and staring at that Expressionist painting, seeing that very eerie world.

I woke up in the hospital, again. I was use to my surroundings, there my mom was worried and with tears in her eyes. But a smile graced her face when I she noticed that I was very much awake. She hates seeing me like this, as much as I hate bringing her all this stress. My Dad sat next to her, and he smiled as well, although they never voiced it out loud every time these things happened my parents worried that one day I might just not wake up anymore, I despised the thought of it but I realized that it is very much a possibility. Even though my Dad doesn't complain about it, these hospital bills were adding up and our insurance doesn't cover an insane child. I need to change, I need to get better this is what I always think when I wake up in this very familiar spot, but I never do. Now the doctor walked in and said the usual, I hated him not because he was mean or arrogant but because every time I see him it means that I am not on a road to recovery, that I'm right back to square one. Usually know he would say that I have been admitted for leave, but today he pulled up a chair.

"You don't like these visits, do you?" I stared at him blatantly, I'm sure he knew my answer since my psychiatrists reports back to him weekly.

"What if I told you, there's a way you rarely have to come back here?" Now he had bought my attention and parents as well. He pulled out a white box and then from inside a watch, a strong heavy duty watch that was quite big.

"This is a newly engineered heart monitor; it also reads body temperature, so when it realizes that your body temperature is dropping and your heart beat is well above the average, it will inject tranquilizers into your system, stabilizing you."

"What if it doesn't stabilize me?" I asked highly skeptical of this contraption.

"If it reads that your heartbeat is not stabilized, then it automatically dial the hospital, it has built in GPS so that the ambulance can find you.

"So either way I'll end up in this damn hospital" I said not really seeing the silver lining in this situation. My hands balling up into fists beside me, my mom saw this and gently placed her hand over mine. I get that she feels some type of remorse for me but she would never truly understand what I'm going through.

"But this would bring your visits down to a very small minimum."

"Sure it will"

"Martin" my father exclaimed using his authoritative voice which meant to cut the crap.

"Look I know that this rough, kid but just give it a try. If you don't like it you can always just take it off." His blue eyes seemed to show some type of consideration.

"Well, how much does it cost?" I asked knowing very well that it was on my parents mind although they would never ask in front of me.

"Actually it's free, because it's the first of it's kind." My parents smiled at this revelation, whereas I didn't like it.

"So it's a prototype, meaning something's meant to go wrong." I eyeballed Bill, my doctor, he was stereotypically handsome in fact if Cece were here she would totally try to hit on him. I wondered what would drive him to be a doctor he was still very young and he could be doing something awesome but instead he's dealing with my annoying problems. He stroked his brown hair, as he thought carefully.

"Yes there is a chance of something going wrong, but there's also a huge chance that something won't. But in the end it's up to you?" I thought about it this could work and I could be here a lot less. As handsome as Bill is, I could do without seeing his face.

"Alright, strap it on" This seemed to bring everyone in the white room some decadent joy. Bill quickly wrapped it around my wrist and pressed a button, the contraption rotated itself quickly aligning itself with my veins.

"There now you look like Ben 10" Yeah Bill was definitely young but it was true, I lifted my arm to get better look at it, right now it was flashing the time.

"Now when your heartbeat starts to rise considerably it will begin to beep, giving you a warning, but if you don't start to calm down and the watch will begin to flash red. Once it flashes red in 15 seconds it will inject the tranquilizers into your system, also you have to make sure you refill the two vials inside." We all devoured the information quickly.

"Do you understand?"

"Yup"

"Great, now I have to talk to your parents outside, quickly." He guided my parents outside and gave me a quick grin for reassurance I guess. Leaving me alone which is how I felt all the time. I looked at the watch, three months ago i would have thought this was the coolest thing ever, what with it's great craftsmanship. But even though I looked like Ben 10 I felt a more like The Incredible Hulk.

It's been a week since I had this thing on my wrist and I feel even more like a freak and I didn't actually think this was humanly possible. My parents decided not let leave the house either, because they realized certain images were all over the city. I overheard my Dad asking why this was happening, my mom explained that it was Fall so all there campaigns would be dropped now and since that was happening magazines decided to commemorate them by putting them on the cover. So I understood perfectly why they didn't want me to leave unless I was underneath there watch. But I just couldn't take it anymore being treated like an animal in a cage. So with the cover of midnight I escaped, while parents snored on. I didn't really know where I was going but I was going somewhere.

No One's P.O.V

The rain had no plan in coming to a halt, in fact it was it hitting the concrete slabs of the city with an immense amount of pressure. But not even this combined with infamous wind of Chicago kept a certain three characters from moving towards downtown. None of them knew exactly what they were looking for but felt as if this is where they would find it. With grief driving their souls it took them a while to arrive to there destination. A strange feeling buzzed through the air around them and they knew they had arrived. Deuce, Cece, and Ty all looked up to see it. The huge image, the giant picture that none of them could afford to miss. These three people stood stone still while consumed in an evermoving crowd, none could see the other but they all could see what was in front of them. It was the brunette and the blonde in there pajamas with jackets on, matching the attire of the three souls looking up at them. They were smiling at them, looking straight at each everyone of them, hoping onto a double Decker bus, waving goodbye. Something nobody else wanted to come to term with, so instead they just glared at the screen hoping that they would slowly come to life. Quietly within the noisy crowd a watch started to beep.